Distress: Nilong Changming Knife is Invisible

Chapter 1138 1137. Hate Changfeng Climbs Aofeng
"Huricide, have you never seen Xuanyuan Bubai?"

"Ah."

"Then who is your mother? Well, I don't mean to offend, I just want to know more about Xuanyuan Bubai."

"She looks exactly like Lord Grim."

"what?!"

When the murderous man throws big melons one after another at the horse racing world.

Aofeng.

On the proud peak that is chilling the extreme cold, a climber suddenly appears.

Black feather coat, deep demeanor, handsome face, carrying a long dark blue curved blade on his back, forging ahead in the wind and snow.

This person's cultivation level is extremely good. When he reached the tenth peak, he activated the flame essence and entered it retrogradely into his body to fight against the extreme cold of Aofeng, just as he had done in the attack on Mie Tianlai.

"Thank you for reminding me. If I come back by chance, I will talk to you again."

"Maybe, but I came anyway because I had a reason to come."

It was as if the entire Thirteen Peaks had turned into a terrifying beast that was destroying the world, and this beast was suppressing the urge to destroy everything.

At the Thirteenth Summit, it was still so intense and severe that the vitality of heaven and earth was frozen into extremely cold crystals.

"This Aofeng is just not the person you are looking for, and the person you don't want to face."

The moment Hen Changfeng stepped onto the Thirteenth Peak, his heart tightened, and when he saw the figure in front of him again, his brows furrowed even more.

Hen Changfeng reported his name, nodded to Xiao Zhongjian, and embarked on the journey to the top of the Thirteenth Summit.

The man faced the wind and snow, looking for the sound of the flute. Not long after, he saw a person sitting on the big rock in front of him, wearing a black cloak, a hood covering his head, a long sword on his back, and a long flute in his hand.

"What reason?"

"Less than 30%? That's enough."

"Aofeng can defeat your body, and 70% of your power cannot be exchanged for 30% of your vitality."

"Black Feather hates Changfeng."

This man climbed to the top of the twelve peaks and suddenly heard the sad sound of the flute. Then the wind and snow got stronger and the temperature got lower, so he had to use his true energy to resist.

"Something has to be done. If you don't want to face it, you have to face it. What's more, I want to face it."

"Now that you have awakened, behind me is the top of Aofeng. I just hope that it is not your end."

"Find someone."

He saw a figure filled with demonic energy sitting cross-legged in front of him, with a ferocious curved-edged sword stuck in front of him.

But in this severe cold, there is a faint magical atmosphere.

Not evil, not evil, but a hint of madness suppressed in the chilling silence.

The other party also saw him coming, put down his long flute, and said, "This is not the place you should come."

"The sword in the flute, the sword has no one."

The person is invisible, but has turned into long dark blue hair, dark lips, Yintang reversed the five-star magic seal, and exudes a demon-like aura.

The sword is a ghost dragon's startling rainbow cut, glowing with dark green evil light, dissipating the cold and evil ghost energy. It is three points colder than the extreme cold of Aofeng. The blade of the sword hums gently, but it does not resonate with the sword invisibly, but harmoniously. The sword emitted invisible demonic energy to fight against.

"Brother Dao..."

Hen Changfeng hesitated for a moment, but finally came to Dao WuXiang Sanzhang, called out, and after a moment, Dao WuXiang opened his eyes.

The pitch-black eyes had no whites left, as if they were like black holes, dragging those who looked at them into the abyss. But in just a moment, Dao Xianxiang's eyes returned to normal. He looked at the deep and handsome figure in front of him, smiled slightly, and stood up, "Brother Zhu Wen, it's been a long time."

With a calm expression and tone, Hen Changfeng did not relax at all, but felt a chill in his heart involuntarily.

The invisible sound of the knife is no longer like a human voice, but like the Qi Tian Emperor, majestic, profound, and giving people endless pressure.

"Brother Dao, I'm so sorry. I've concealed the truth from the beginning, and until this moment, I still can't face you with my true body."

"It's excusable. Brother Zhu Wen doesn't need to care. Instead, I should thank you for allowing me to witness the power of gods."

"Brother Dao, the power of the Qi Tian Emperor is difficult for the mortal body to resist, but together we can drive it away."

"Brother Zhu Wen, why should I get rid of such a powerful force? Why can't I challenge the gods with my mortal body? I must defeat this power. I want to let the proud gods know what is my best effort."

"Brother Dao..."

Hen Changfeng wanted to persuade him again, but he saw the knife holding the handle of the Ghost Dragon Jinghong Zhan invisibly, and his eyes instantly returned to the chilling darkness, "Brother Zhu Wen doesn't believe me? Then you might as well give it a try."

"Brother Dao!"

The hair on Hen Changfeng's body suddenly stood up, and his heart became alert. He subconsciously drew the knife and blocked it. He saw that the invisible knife had inexplicably changed into a swinging posture!
Ding!
Bang!
There was a crisp sound, followed by an explosion of force, and Hen Changfeng was severely knocked out by the sword energy!
"Good knife."

Dao Wuji smiled and praised, "Is this made by the Demon Realm God Forger who forged Aragami Sword, Zhu Yanjian and other works? It is indeed a masterpiece."

Hen Changfeng had no intention of paying attention to Dao Invisible's comments. Before Dao Invisible finished speaking, he had already rushed towards him and slashed out with his sword!

collapse!
Hen Changfeng took another stab, making up for the Sun Burial Sword that Jian Que had worked hard to build for him. The blade had already been broken into a gap, and he was also broken into pieces!

no! With half a soul body, and being restrained by the extreme cold, I am too short of a sword brother!

go!
Hen Changfeng knew that no matter how hard he persisted, he could only stay here completely, and he had to evacuate decisively!

"You've already come, why rush to leave? You and I have always tried three moves, at least take the last move before leaving."

However, he saw that the sword was invisible and he ducked out of the way, blocking Hen Changfeng. At the same time, the dark blade wings spread out behind him. The sword technique was originally flawless, but now it has taken on the wildness of the devil!

cut!
The blade's wings retracted as soon as they opened, turning into a jet-black blade. The Sun Burial Sword didn't even make a crisp sound before it was cut in two!

Hatred Changfeng also spilled blood in the sky. From his shoulder to his ribs, he was cut with a deep wound that could be seen in the bone. A sharp pain rushed into his mind. He only heard a loud shout "Enough!". He didn't even have time to think, and his consciousness Completely plunged into darkness.

The one who yelled "enough" was naturally the sword in the flute, and the sword was invisible and followed the flow of kindness. He immediately stopped his hand, and the dark eyes and the demon-like appearance disappeared in an instant.

Xiao Zhongjian flew over, caught Hen Changfeng, tapped his acupuncture points to stop the bleeding, and treated the wounds, "Your grasp of the scale is so precise that it makes people sweat."

"Otherwise, it's not enough to open up opportunities."

Dao Wujiang inspected Hen Changfeng and said, "Brother Xiao, I will trouble you for the next thing."

"Well, leave it to me."

Xiao Zhongjian nodded, and then asked with some worry, "Are you really okay?"

"There are actually many questions, but they are all about that person's power. In terms of sanity, Brother Xiao doesn't have to worry."

"I can't help you with this. It's hard to imagine what kind of existence you have to face."

"It's hard for me to imagine. I can only do my best."

"I believe you can do it."

"Brother Xiao, I also have full confidence in your swordsmanship. I have seen the limit of the sword. I am waiting for you at the top."

"You are putting pressure on me."

"If there is no pressure, where will the motivation come from?"

(End of this chapter)